Saturday, 21 November 2015

Arrrggghhhhhh it was a fine day for a seaside adventure, but shiver
me timbers it was cold. Four salty sea dogs hoisted the main sail and
headed out this morning, but sleet in Ards brought out Stephens sensible
head and he walked the plank, leaving First Mate Digger, Captain
Ice-Berg and Cabin Boy Skull & Cross-Bones to head on.

We
were soon soaking and cold and any thought of setting anchor at a coffee
stop went out the porthole. My ad hoc route was probably a bit far for
Bones given the weather, but he
suffered like a good pirate and once his fingers grow back I'm sure
he'll raise one or two to me to show his appreciation.

One of those rides you enjoy more looking back on, than at the time,
but sure if you don't wanna suffer, you can always take up golf.